Friday, December 31, 2010

Bacon air-freshener (How have I lived this long without some bacon air-freshener)

Bacon Awareness Tattoo

Bacon Soap... come on, for real Bacon Soap this would make a great stocking stuffer.

Bacon heart tattoo

HOLY CRAP - Bacon Lollipops..

Bacon Frying Tattoo

Can't believe this is real, (looks photochopped) but Bacon Diet Coke

I had to post this one even against my better judgement.. Wash your feet before you post your pic on the internet. What are people going to think (wait.. you have I love bacon written on your feet.. I am pretty sure you don't care what people think!)

Does that say "cutloose" below the picture of this Dancing bacon tattoo?

After researching this category there may be some truth in this one.. 666 Bacon is evil..

Bacon slices on arm tattoo

I wonder if he is a fan of "Bacon" or if he is like the logitech review guy a fan of "BACON" as in Kevin Bacon.

Hmm? What is bacon salt? I guess I will need to try it. It must be good if it deserves a tattoo.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

"Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light."- Dylan Thomas, “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”

Get your God in my way and I will bring you the rapture! Henry Rollins

"…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes." Ulysses - James Joyce

“I must learn to love the fool in me – the one who feels too much, talks to much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.”- from Love me, love my fool: Thoughts from a psychoanalyst’s notebook by Theodore Isaac Rubin

“Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.”- Tyler Durden in Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” - Jack Kerouac - On the Road (1957)

Every Saint Has a Past, Every Sinner has a Future - A Woman of No Importance - Oscar Wilde